It was one thing to be brave in the safety of the ship. Another now that Shereen had entered the stadium.
The building for sport and concerts remained much as she recalled. A place with stone tiles forming the floor and blocks lifting the walls that held the stands. In the center of the space, a lagoon filled with seawater, fed by a channel that started well below the ground.
Standing by the edge of it, his arms raised as if enjoying the booing of the crowd, was the duke. Crumpled at his feet, a body she assumed was the earl. Hard to tell what with him wrapped in tentacles, his face smothered by the body of the creature that had been called forth as a weapon.
One of the duke's skills.